Two days of 80 degree weather in the city and I’m already thinking about vacations with hot sunshine, salty beaches, and the bluest water you’ve ever seen. Photos from 2008.
Italia, my love. But also, here are some more seasonly appropriate photos of Switzerland.
I’m missin’ that Carolina sunshine and slow, southern, easy pace of life.
Animals and wine. Life doesn’t get much better than that.
Take me in.
“Nostalgia. It’s delicate, but potent. In Greek, ‘nostalgia’ literally means ‘the pain from an old wound.’ It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone–a feeling of a place where we ache to go again.”
Jones Street. In the details.
Sometimes waking up at 6am on vacation pays off in unexpected ways.
Last week was a tiny bit chaotic. Winter is a lingering houseguest who refuses to get the hint that it’s time to leave. My camera is collecting dust, waiting to have purpose once again. In times like these, there is only one answer. Italy. The photographs I have of Italy are medicine for my soul. An early morning gliding through the Italian countryside with sleepy vineyards and misty hills. I think I could ride that train for forever.
More Italy goodness.
Daylight turns to night light. It’s never dark in the city that never sleeps.